Chapter 154: Hibiscus

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In the last sentence of Yan Yan, the question was slow and gloomy. Liu Qingsong said with a smile: "It is exactly."
Qin catches his head and asks: "The wound behind his head is stabbed after death?"
"There is hair coverage, but I can't judge it for a while. But there are corpse spots on his body, which means that the blood has already precipitated and decomposed, which means that even if it can still bleed, it must not be so bright red, and the amount is so much." .
Someone questioned: "But this day is also frozen and not dead?"
In order to let Yan Yan vent his anger, Liu Qingsong quickly replied: "Is there not a hail in the rich people? Some inn restaurants do not have hail? Who said that it must be cold weather to freeze people."
"Come on!" Qin catches his head and screams.
There was a rush to come over and hand in the tunnel: "In!"
"Take these things...the amount, the autopsy... all look for paper notes." Qin catches his head.
The servant was in a dilemma for a while, and he approached him and lowered his voice: "Hey, we don't know a few words."
"Let's do it for you." There is a young man in the crowd who looks like a young man.
Qin catches his head and looks at him. He said, "There is work."
The treasurer immediately ordered people to prepare paper and pencil. The young Lang Junyi sat in front of a few hard-working books, and wrote everything he had heard.
"This mother, the deceased looks red, isn't it drunk?" Qin catching head still has some doubts. After the death of ordinary people, are they all looking pale and horrible? How could there be redness?
Everyone also listened to Yan Yan and told the autopsy to listen to it. For a moment, she also forgot that she was just a young mother, and they all asked.
"How could it be drunk? One, he has no alcohol at all. The two are not red, but the corpse on the dead body." Yan Yan did not care about the surprise of everyone, continued: " This corpse is called the hibiscus color."
Recording the young Lang Jun of the autopsy, I can't help but write: "Furong color? So horrible, why is there an elegant and beautiful name?"
Yan Yan explained slowly: "Drunken hibiscus color is uncertain, change one day, the crown is white when flowering at the beginning of the morning, and gradually turns into pink, which turns red when it fades in the evening, so it is also called drunk hibiscus. Frozen dead At the beginning of the test, the complexion was sallow, and after a little bit of heat, two blushes, like a hibiscus color, is not the same as drunk hibiscus?"
Everyone suddenly realized that this is still famous.
Liu Qingsong listened very seriously. He used to be a Chinese medicine practitioner. He only knew some forensic common sense. Later, he was examined in the Tang Dynasty. Because he knows the human anatomy, his autopsy technique is also a good thing in Datang. However, it is far less than the forensic doctor who has thousands of autopsy experiences.
The corpse was also forced by Xiao Yu. Liu Qingsong was not very interested in the work of the autopsy, and even some disgusted, but now I heard what Yan Yan said, and he suddenly felt that he was somewhat interested.
The hall was silent for a long time, and some people whispered in a moment. After all, the ancients were afraid of ghosts and gods, respecting the dead, and treating people who know the body, admiring admiration, but not much like it.
Qin Toutou also reacted a bit, "Niang is..."
"I am also a famous doctor, but I have seen more patients and more dead people. I naturally understand people." Yan Yan felt that Liu Qingsong’s trick was very useful, and he copied it. By the way, he came down to the stone to report Liu Qingsong’s incompetence. Qiu, "Is Dr. Liu not seeing it, or deliberately carrying it?"
No matter which one, it is enough for everyone to despise.
Liu Qingsong immediately hugged his thighs and smiled and said: "Of course, I didn't see it, or how can I get a shot from the master?"
Yan Yan feels that she is conservative about Liu Qingsong's face, which is the skin of the face! Directly comparable to the Great Wall.
Liu Qingsong is so mixed, most of them only marvel at the youthfulness of the face, the superb medical skills and the broad knowledge.
Yan Pingyu is looking at Yan Yan with some slyness. The lady in memory who is from Zhengyang of Xiangyang is also so extraordinary. No matter how big the scene is, she will always be so elegant and dignified. There is a little bit of agility between the eyebrows, but this style is like her.
"I really don't mean the blood of Zheng." Wu Pingyu muttered.
Qi Pingyu and Gossip are the same brothers, and their status is lower than the anecdote by more than one or two points. But when they say that they have grown up, Yu Pingyu really did not see this brother in his eyes. Not to mention the means of doing things and virtues, it is his vision of temperament and literacy, which makes people dare not compliment.
Yun Yun also forgot the fear at the beginning. The look at Yan Yan was a little different. She never imagined that she had been the most despised, and she felt that she was weak, and she actually saved her in danger today. I thought of the refreshment of the jade that gave me the jade in the past few days. I began to like this seventeen sister in my heart.
Qin Toutou took the initiative to let go of the guests who entered the inn within two hours, and the rest were staying in their own rooms. He sent the results of the autopsy to the mansion, let the county make a decision after passing through the eyes, and he led the testimony and evidence of the room.
"A Yan really makes the uncle look at each other." Yan Pingyu sighed.
Yan Yan saw that although he was sighed, his eyes were gratified and happy, and he did not respond.
Yu Pingyu said: "A Yan is so talented, worthy of the six rooms of Cui."
"Uncle laughed." Yan Yan never looked at herself, but never looked at herself too high. Regarding marriage, it is only inappropriate, and there is no match.
A few people talked for a while, Liu Qingsong was cheeky to worship the teacher, and finally he was helpless. He had to talk to each other. She taught him to undergo autopsy. He taught him Chinese medicine, and Liu Qingsong was satisfied with his house.
After using lunch, Yan Yan began to practice.
In the evening, almost all the cargo on the ship was transferred to the carriage, and Yun Yunsheng came back to rest. After washing, the first one came to Yan Yan here.
Yan Yunsheng stopped at the door for a while, and waited for the snoring to stop before he knocked on the door.
"Ayan has already blown very well."
Yan Yan put down her sly and smiled lightly: "It can be played into a tune."
It’s just that the posture is not natural enough. Yan Yan feels that she has to find something to relax her nervous nerves.
"This is..." Yun Yunsheng saw a few small books with music scores. Every turn and undulation was clearly marked. The writing was powerful and transparent, and it was obviously a man's handwriting.
"It was given to me by Xiao Langjun." Yan Yan did not hide it.
Jin Yun gave birth to a bit, and the score was clearly written with heart, and the handwriting was still fresh. "Do you have any private contacts with Xiao Langjun?"
Yan Yan gave him a pour in the water, and "we are very open and honest, what about private?"
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